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Diccon (Cicada x Khar'pern)

Rules

• The Vulcan Peak is where homeless mares come to live as a sisterhood. Stallions may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders.

• Warriors keep mainly to fighting, Thinkers keep mainly to raiding, and Politicians may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Codebreaker or Prime Minister for permission.

• All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Prime Minister maintains order within the Peak and has the final say.

• Elections for leadership positions will be held every TLI summer, provided the qualifying criteria are met.

• You can find detailed information about how the Peak works on the Rules page.
you came along and you cut me loose
Posted on August 12, 2015 at 02:19:05 PM by i N K A




Despite her attempts to diffuse the situation, tension was still thick in the air as her father spoke sharply in Dutch to Sterre. Somehow, though Het Vuur had never bothered to instill as much knowledge of their mother tongue in her as he had Rook - back when all his efforts had been spent on grooming the boy to become the future High King of Tinuvel - Inka still found she could guess his meaning well enough.

The mare felt her daughter lip at her shoulder in boredom, but all her attention was on the horses before her: first her sire, then Impazienza, and then finally Sterre as the petite Friesian mare managed to find the will to speak up and explain why they were here. Inka slowly exhaled a breath she had not realized she was holding in, and her wide-eyed gaze flitted yet again to the Prime Minister to gauge her immediate reaction.

Fully, she expected Impazienza to say ‘no’. Even if stallions were allowed in the peak, there was more than enough bad blood between them, and Inka knew the pair well enough to know that they could prove troublesome if they stayed. But, Inka reflected, how desperate must they have been to seek them out atop this mountain? How humiliating must it have been for them to admit they needed a place to stay: that they needed to be with family?

Inka stared pointedly at the prime minister, hoping to catch her eye with an entreating expression before any final decision were made. She felt movement at her shoulder as Jetta stirred, and moments later the filly’s young voice piped up. “Oh, can they stay, Impa? Please? It’ll be fun, like old times - when you used to live together! Won’t it?” Inka’s eyes darted downward to see that the girl had stepped toward the prime minister and was looking up at her with a hopeful smile that was so innocent it hurt her heart to see.

Oh, Jetta, if only you knew.

i N K A
friesian mare of the peak

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ooc: I am SO sorry for the wait. Feel free to beat me with sticks D:

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